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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Split splat, split splat, split splat, mushiness, the sound of that.

Once again creeps into me, and once again so blissfully.

Joy and dreaming, hand in hand, and foot in mouth expected soon.

But lips to cheek or lips again, the wants to make one swoon.

Ethics, forget them!

Needs, Who cares!

But to this one, my heart, to bare.

But yet this struggle is never new, never afar off, and never far behind.

Yet ever so it keeps me up, to bid good morning to a goddess.

Sleep, Never!

Rest, Hah!

I'll rest when I'm dead, and I'd sleep until then,

Lest my Goddess approve for me to her.

Oh mind, Be quiet!

And heart, Be still!

You are the ones who kill me.

It is not what we need, but only desire, and forever in the dirt it will drag us.

 

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*is still awake. Curses*

Edited by Xaious, Master of Time
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